She was just someone Qin Sijue kept to warm his bed. How dare she act all high and mighty in front of his official fiancée!?
Staring at that retreating figure, Nangong Feifei suddenly smiled, a particularly sinister grin.
"A mistress will always be just a mistress, destined only to warm the bed." Standing not far away, Nangong Feifei stared at Gu Qiangwei, her crisp and bright voice reaching the ears of the crowd around them.
As soon as she spoke these words, they stirred up quite a bit of whispering among the onlookers.
"What does she mean? Who is Miss Nangong calling a mistress?"
"I'm not sure, it seems she's talking about that lady…"
"That lady? Whose mistress?"
"Gu Qiangwei, I'm about to get engaged to Qin Sijue, and you, this mistress, should learn some discretion instead of always trying to climb into a man's bed,"
Stepping up to the doorway, Gu Qiangwei stopped in her tracks.
In her mind, however, Qin Sijue's voice resounded.
